A guilty pleasure is defined as “something one enjoys despite feeling guilt for it.”

I consider myself a pretty disciplined person but I will admit my guilty pleasure is pizza. If you follow me on twitter you know my wonderful wife is out of town for a few days on a much deserved girls trip.

What does this mean for me and the boys? It means pizza. Lots of frozen pizza. If I decide to get adventurous we might try peanut butter and jelly and maybe, just maybe, we may try mac and cheese.

Tuesday night in my attempt to cook the perfect frozen pizza, I made a huge mistake. It was the worst frozen pizza disaster I’ve ever witnessed in my life. Here the proof.

How is it even possible to screw up a frozen pizza that bad? But never fear. We somehow found a way to make this pizza work and we didn’t go to bed hungry. Turns out pizza does not have to be flat or round to taste good.

So let’s level the playing filed. What’s your guilty pleasure?